As we moved along the edge of the room, I picked up a champagne flute, drinking it down and setting it on a nearby table before grabbing another from a passing server.

“Really?”

“You’re the one who wanted me to play up the hellion.”

“Don’t you want to be sober to do it?”

I frowned. “I’m a Mykos. It would take more than two glasses of champagne to get me drunk.”

“Are you actually a Mykos? Remember, I know your secrets.”

Before I could answer Tyler, I heard someone say in Greek, “Are you sure you want to marry her? Who knows what she does in Vegas. I heard she has a lover. You don’t want someone else’s bastard passed off as one of ours.”

Immediately I stopped, turning to see who’d expressed that opinion. A man with Simon’s same build but at least thirty years older stood next to him. There was a gleam in his gaze that said he’d wanted me to hear the comment. It had to be another one of Simon’s uncles. The few I’d met had strong opinions on me living in Vegas away from the watchful eyes of my brothers and parents, and it looked as if this one held the same sentiment.

Fuckers, all of them.

Tyler gripped my hand. “Is there something you haven’t told me?”

“Really?” I scowled in his direction then realized his amused words were a sharp contrast to the death stare he was shooting at Simon’s uncle.

Tyler was calm in all situations, letting nothing rile him. That was unless someone fucked with his family.

“Tyler, I knew they were going to fuck with me until the wedding. They want to scare me away. We already know it isn’t going to work.”

“Drakos better handle his family or I will.”

That was when Simon responded with, “I know everything I need to know about her.”

“I see.” Simon’s uncle smirked. “She is the Mykoses’ weakness. Taking her will keep them in line. They wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to the baby of their family.”

“What did he just say about you? Okay, I’m done with this.”

And there went any hope of keeping Tyler’s temper in check.

Tyler pulled me toward Simon and his uncle.

“My wife will never be a pawn in any of the Drakos games. Is this clear? If anyone even considers it, I will make their life very difficult.” The threat in Simon’s voice was something I’d never heard him use.

And it seemed to have mollified Tyler enough to loosen his grip on my arm.

“Didn’t realize you were already attached to her.”

“Attached or not. She is mine. No one uses her.”

“But you, you mean. Afraid someone will break your toys before you do?” The asshole stepped back as Tyler and I approached. “And here she is, your bride.”